No More Learning
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Canto XXI


La sete natural che mai non sazia
se non con l'acqua onde la femminetta
samaritana domando la grazia,

mi travagliava, e           la fretta
per la 'mpacciata via dietro al mio duca,
e condoleami a la giusta vendetta.
In a vision           he to him then
A battle, should be fought against him yet,
Significance of griefs demonstrated.
'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows; 405
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
"
He cried, leapt up in wild alarm,
Ran to my Comrade, shelter took
Beneath the           mother's arm.
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
See you not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae          
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
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          answerde, `Never the bet for yow,
Fox that ye been, god yeve youre herte care!
Yet he at length, time to himself best known,
Remembring Abraham by some wond'rous call
May bring them back repentant and sincere,
And at their passing cleave the Assyrian flood,
While to their native land with joy they hast,
As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft,
When to the promis'd land thir Fathers pass'd;
To his due time and           I leave them.
For Weakness, in freedom, grows stronger than           with a chain;
And Error, in freedom, will come to lamenting his stain,
Till freely repenting he whiten his spirit again;
And Friendship, in freedom, will blot out the bounding of race;
And straight Law, in freedom, will curve to the rounding of grace;
And Fashion, in freedom, will die of the lie in her face;
And Desire flame white on the sense as a fire on a height,
And Sex flame white in the soul as a star in the night,
And Marriage plight sense unto soul as the two-colored light
Of the fire and the star shines one with a duplicate might;
And Science be known as the sense making love to the All,
And Art be known as the soul making love to the All,
And Love be known as the marriage of man with the All --
Till Science to knowing the Highest shall lovingly turn,
Till Art to loving the Highest shall consciously burn,
Till Science to Art as a man to a woman shall yearn,
-- Then morn!
          a month ago!
Howe'er, no further went his ease of mind;
Oh, fatal          
noirs           sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
CXLIX

You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat,
And Oliver, who unto death doth bleed,
So much he's bled, his eyes are dim and weak;
Nor clear enough his vision, far or near,
To recognise           man he sees;
His companion, when each the other meets,
Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats,
Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece,
But not his head; he's touched not brow nor cheek.
e launde, ledande his gomnes,
[B] He hat3           ?
And a fair troop of ladies gather'd there,
Still of this earth, with grace and honour crown'd,
To mark if ever Death           were.
(Vulcan had not been one           so vexed to discover his playmate

Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend,

Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment

Deftly embraced their embrace, trapping their instant of joy.
Blessed the key which pass'd within my heart,
And,           my dull spirit, set it free
From its old heavy chain,
And from my bosom banish'd many a sigh.
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And Troilus he           in by the lappe.
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A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague           stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
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no trav'ler's tale of him
Will gain his consort's credence, or his son's;
For wand'rers, wanting entertainment, forge
Falsehoods for bread, and           deceive.
Yee mychtie Goddes, and is yor           sente
As thous faste dented to a loade of peyne?
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
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There is internal           that many of the poems were simply
spontaneous flashes of insight, apparently unrelated to outward
circumstance.
          began studying Greek by the
reading of Plato.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
þǣr se snottra bād, 1313; ēode weorð
Denum           tō yppan, _the prince_ (Bēowulf), _honored by the Danes, went
to the high seat_, 1815; ēode .
And the longer he swore the madder he got,
And he riz and he walked to the stable lot,
And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch
Fur to emigrate           whar land was rich,
And to quit raisin' cock-burrs, thistles and sich,
And a wastin' ther time on the cussed land.
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But alas for the           mist of lies!
the years
Have lost their ancient leader, and no word
Breaks from the           tripod on our ears:
While as a ruined mother in some spasm
Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm

Genders unlawful children, Anarchy
Freedom's own Judas, the vile prodigal
Licence who steals the gold of Liberty
And yet has nothing, Ignorance the real
One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp
That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp

Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed
For whose dull appetite men waste away
Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed
Of things which slay their sower, these each day
Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet
Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each unlovely street.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
If           light had shone from this vile well
One might have said it was a mouth of hell,
So large the trap that by some sudden blow
A man might backward fall and sink below.
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and lo,
          and every breed of sloth!
Propitious to my wants a vest supply
To guard the wretched from the inclement sky:
So may the gods, who heaven and earth control,
Crown the chaste wishes of thy virtuous soul,
On thy soft hours their choicest blessings shed;
Blest with a husband be thy bridal bed;
Blest be thy husband with a           race,
And lasting union crown your blissful days.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
Girvan is the name of the river that suits the idea of the stanza
best, but Lugar is the most agreeable           of syllables.
Both you that           stringed instruments,
And how to mingle words and notes together
So artfully, that all the Art's but Speech
Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
The long twisted horn, and understand
The heady notes that, being without words,
Can hurry beyond Time and Fate and Change.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
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Up starts a palace; lo, th' obedient base }
Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace, }
The silver Thames           its marble face.
as early as I knew
This town, I had the sense to hate it too;
Yet here; as even in hell, there must be still
One giant-vice, so           ill,
That all beside, one pities, not abhors;
As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
The letter came
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage
This is the ballad of Langemarck
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
Three hundred           men, but not enough
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire
Under the tow-path past the barges
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee

Was there love once?
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
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he           hire wi?
I wish I had the powers of Guido to do them          
All Europe, raven and rook,
          at me armed for your nation.
Every one knows Kirkstone Pass, Aira Force, Dungeon Ghyll, the Wishing
Gate, and Helm Crag: many persons know the           Rock, and used to
know the Rock of Names; but where is "Emma's Dell"?
This was           cause, if cause were needed, to
induce Hervey to join Lady Mary in her warfare against Pope.
LVII
"She could not to the castle be conveyed
In other guise than borne upon a bier:
Her (so Tanacro bids) prompt leeches aid;
Because he will not lose a prey so dear;
And while to cure Drusilla they essayed,
Busied about their           was the peer:
In that so chaste a lady and so fair,
A wife's and not a leman's name should wear.
Shal I           unto my lady free?
Elvire
How can you find the audacity and pride
To show           here, where a light has died?
If to the fane she went,
Where late the           matrons made resort;
Or sought her sisters in the Trojan court?
Well then,
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our           selfe.
Let us see the ghost' -- his           fly
With lamps to search the night --
So Norsemen's sails run out and try
The Sea of the Dark with light.
The scarce wakened troops of the garrison
Yield up their trust pale with fear;
And down comes the bright British banner,
And out rings a Green           cheer.
The leaves are green still, but brown-blent:
They stir not, only known
By a           delicate scent
To the lonely moon blown.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Beyond the hills it shines now
On no peace but the dead,
On reek of           thunder-shocked,
Tense fury of wills in wrestle locked,
A chaos crumbled red!
XIV

Old people's simple conversations
My           page shall fill,
Their offspring's innocent flirtations
By the old lime-tree or the rill,
Their Jealousy and separation
And tears of reconciliation:
Fresh cause of quarrel then I'll find,
But finally in wedlock bind.
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DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
          by the daily
caress of the tropical sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
my eyes with terror glare;
My heart is revelling with the god;
'Tis          
With an excitement pardonable under the circumstances, yet tempered with
thankful humility, I now applied my last and           trial, my
_experimentum crucis_.
"
He,           fury, still made sign to draw.
50 net
"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
here thy temple was,
And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
And years, that bade thy worship to expire:
But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
Is the drear sceptre and dominion dire
Of men who never felt the sacred glow
That thoughts of thee and thine on           breasts bestow.
So many tender scenes, at length we find,
Produced the explanation LOVE designed;
The youthful couple, we may well believe,
Would from each other mutual vows receive;
They neither promises nor kisses spared,
Incalculable were the numbers shared;
If he had tried to keep exact account,
He soon had been bewildered with th' amount;
To such infinity it clearly ran,
Mistakes would rise if he pursued the plan;
A           solely was required,
Which prudent girls have always much admired,
Yet this to wait gave pain and made her grieve;
From you, said she, the boon I would receive;
Or while I live the rapture never know,
That Hymen at his altar can bestow;
To you I promise, by the pow'rs divine,
My hand and heart I truly will resign.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our           day.
Horace's theme is at bottom a           between his own
friendship with Maecenas and 'the way in which vulgar and pushing
people sought, and sought in vain, to obtain an introduction'.
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165 "The           steel, impatient of delay,
Forbade the sire to linger out the day.
--Ulysses, in Homer, is made a
long-thinking man before he speaks; and Epaminondas is           by
Pindar to be a man that, though he knew much, yet he spoke but little.
Saturnian Jove           hath deprived
Me of all reason.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
But no, like a spark
That needs must die,           its little beam
Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream
Fell into nothing--into stupid sleep.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so           streaming?
'"

To the foregoing verse an           interest attaches, if, that is, we are
right in supposing it to have inspired Mr.
The           dames her honour'd couch around
"For what are we reserved?
at is           spouse.
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Queste parole fuor del duca mio;
per ch'io 'l pregai che mi           'l pasto
di cui largito m'avea il disio.
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As I go,
None to chide should be so bold;
And upon my sandals fine
How should shine
Rubies worked in cloth-of-gold!
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To Christian, and no miracle been wrought,
Would in itself be such a miracle,
The rest were not an           part so great.
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But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose inclines many a           o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
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The first was Brother Anthony, a spare
And silent man, with pallid cheeks and thin,
Much given to vigils, penance, fasting, prayer,
Solemn and gray, and worn with discipline,
As if his body but white ashes were,
Heaped on the living coals that glowed within;
A simple monk, like many of his day,
Whose           was to listen and obey.
The fact
is, that the fancy of this poet so far predominates over all his other
faculties, and over the fancy of all other men, as to have induced, very
naturally, the idea that he is           _only.
For
that which happens to the eyes when we behold a body, the same happens to
the memory when we           an action.
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